Stream of Consciousness
Thoughts flow thru my mind
Like an old country stream
A slow, meandering brook
Following the same trusted path
It has for years
Then with no notice
The stream becomes a raging river
Overflowing it’s banks
Unpredictable
Sometimes frightening
And just as quick
The waters recede
The calm returns
I wade in again
But not too far
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Your imagery is spot-on! Speaking of stream of consciousness, when I read the line, “like an old country stream, a slow, meandering brook,” I recalled an essay I recently read titled “Meander” by Mary Paumier Jones, which I recommend. I digress; wonderful work!